‘A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies… The man who never reads lives only one.’ – George R.R. Martin
I am reading a book that is literally turning my life inside out. I usually will like to share what book it is and who wrote it but this time around I choose not to. It feels too sacred to disclose. And too soon to uncover to the world. However I will tell you a little something about it; it is telling me in many ways than words can describe. Still I will try to tell you as much as I can and quite simply and concisely too.
A book is a dream that you hold in your hand. –Neil Gaiman
The book is telling me to strip myself of what I think life is about, and begin to draw new connections and basically fill in the gaps in my world. It is telling me that there is so much out there for me to see and so much more for me to experience if only I will take the time to create these sceneries and these experiences for myself.
With each page I devour, I think to myself, that this author is going to kill me with pleasure — the pleasure of reading and rewriting in my mind’s eye what I am reading, is so intense. It feels as though I would suddenly orgasm and give up the ghost but each time I climax, I am revivified to relive the process over again. It is intense what this book is doing to me. I am being born again.
Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light. –Vera Nazarian
This is exactly what happens to you, whenever you pick up a book and read. Epiphany. A moment of sudden revelation and insight. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without books. The world is too large to comprehend or drink up in one big gulp. You have to learn to savor it in bits and reading books does that for us. It ushers us into new universes that only exist in the realm of the mind, and you begin to experience new truths, understand controversies, and deduce your own conclusions.
A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you and remains a friend. ~Author Unknown
Through books you are able to experience the author’s world without intruding yet still be as vivid and solid as the characters within the book, secretly observing for yourself their sacred world in the open space of your mind. You are opened to possibilities you never dared and then somehow you are almost immediately empowered to begin to dare them, you begin to challenge your own obscurities and seek your own answers, chart your own path.
In the end books empower us. And the kind of books you devour are a reflection of the depth of your hunger, the earnestness of your search, and the willingness of your will to be bigger, bolder and better. The frequency with which you read also in a way is proportional to the speed of your mind’s growth. Books in a way are our windows to the world we know, and doors into worlds yet unknown. Read a book a month and watch how it works its magic in you. A book a week or a book a month depending on your speed, brings you a step closer to your own moment of epiphany.
If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson